Hey Sam, I really want your opinion about something
I’m a bisexual Alpha, I spent 18 years in a wonderful marriage with a lovely woman, we had 2 children who I love We got a divorce a few years ago, but everything eas very peaceful and we are still friends. She has a new boyfriend who treats my childre very well and I have nothing to complain about it.
I have a new boyfriend, a sweet and submissive 19-year-old faggot who loves calling me his Daddy. I introduced him to my children and, although it was a little awkward at first, they get along really well.
As you can see, everything seems to be great in my life, except for one detail: my fag boyfriend is the hungriest cocksucker slut you can imagine. I am 42, he is 19, so I get it, we have different levels of libido. But this has become an actual problem for our relationship. He is at college, I am a lawyer with a really stressful routine. While I deal with dozens of demanding clients everyday, he only needs to worry about looking sexy, going to the gym, and getting good grades. And so, sometimes I am too tired or stressed to fuck him, and he doesn’t accept it easily.
To be more clear: I would be happy fucking him every other day, maybe twice or three times a week. But he wants cum in his mouth every morning and hard cock in his ass every night. It’s simply impossible for me and I don’t intend to take pills just to get hard for him every night.
My wife and I used to have sex once a week. It’s been impossible to follow his pace and please him. Last night, when I told I wouldn’t fuck him, he got mad and said that if I keep refusing to fuck him he will need to “find a random jock at college and ride his cock”. It really hurt my feelings and he ended up apologizing, but I can’t stop thinking about it now.
I already fuck him good at least twice a week and I know I have a nice body and a good cock. I can make him moan very loud when I am banging him doggy or missionary, so it’s not like I refuse to fuck him, I just can’t keep up to his pace.
For two decades I felt like a King fucking my wife, protecting her, providing for her and my children. But now tis whole situation is affecting my masculinity a lot. It’s not easy to take a faggot as a boyfriend after 20 years in heterosexual relationships, but I do love him and want to have a good life by his side. I thought about opening our relationship and letting other younger guys fuck him, but I really don’t like the idea of other Men touching my boy.
I know very little about gay relationships or hierarchy, it’s a whole new world for me. Am I a pathetic Man for having this issue? I’d really appreciate your opinion.
Thank you,
Jacob
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
Welcome to the wonderful world of faggot ownership! It’s much different from any other type of relationship you might have had before, Sir, but I think you will find that it will satisfy certain primal needs almost all Alphas like you have.
One huge problem I see most straight Alphas encounter is the issue of reciprocity/equality with a faggot. Straight Alphas are conditioned by females and society to believe that inferiors (females or faggots) are on an equal footing with a Man. But THEY ARE NOT EQUAL. A Man (especially an Alpha) is superior, and is born to lead and be served/pleased/obeyed.
This is especially true with faggots. A faggot cannot be allowed to throw hissy fits or toss out insulting threats (like yours did), because once it gets away with that behavior it loses respect for the Alpha. That is catastrophic, because then the faggot mistakenly believes it has power over its Alpha, and the entire hierarchical foundation crumbles.
As a straight Alpha, you’re likely familiar with the term “pussy whipped”. Men invented that bullying term to mock Men who are led around (through emotional manipulation) by their females. No true Alpha should ever be pussy whipped, because pussy is always available to them. They don’t need to compromise their core being as an Alpha just to be pleased by one female.
Now replace the female in that scenario with a FAGGOT. There’s no way an Alpha should ever take orders from a faggot or spend his time worrying about the pleasure/needs of a faggot.
A faggot is a possession of an Alpha, not a partner, Sir. It’s not a boyfriend, it’s a faggot.
A large part of the issue here is you chose a much younger faggot. Young fags need to be trained, and it doesn’t seem like you have the time or stomach to train it. Young fags need to understand that their pussies aren’t magic, they don’t shit Skittles, and theirs isn’t the only fuckable asshole on the planet.
How can the tables be turned on your faggot? I strongly suggest putting a chastity cage on it, Sir. Make it into a ceremony if you’d like. But one thing must be emphasized: your faggot will start learning the power of DENIAL. It needs to learn that it exists for YOUR pleasure, not the other way around.
If it refuses this, then it needs to be dismissed.
Your faggot should be kneeling and kissing your feet when you return home. It should be doing domestic service, including cooking, etc. (I’m guessing it’s not currently doing these things). It needs to find fulfillment in SERVICE, since that is how true faggots are truly fulfilled.
Again, if it refuses, it needs to be dismissed.
If you dismiss the fag, seek an older replacement (in their 30s) who more deeply embraces its purpose. You could take ownership of a couple of fags, with a younger one to satisfy your Alpha “sweet tooth”.
You didn’t start using faggots because you wanted to replace your wife with a male version of your wife, Sir. You started owning faggots because you know you were born a King, and you wanted your life to reflect that. Until now, you’ve allowed this faggot to act like a wife.
But you’re a lawyer, Sir … so start laying down the law! Reclaim your rightful place at the top of hierarchy, and enjoy the fruits of Alphahood as nature intended for you!
Thank you again for writing, Sir! Please keep in touch!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The firestorm I inadvertently ignited when I responded to Master Jose’s frustrated question about Master Lorenzo’s desire to give him a facial (CLICK HERE for that) resulted in quite a few opinions from very powerful Alphas, superior Men I deeply admire.
But nobody will ever be closer to my heart than Master Lorenzo and his beautiful faggot Giovanni.
I’ve been so blessed to even know a God Alpha so undeniably powerful that it almost seems like time and space bend around his will. He has changed lives, rescuing people from uncertain futures and giving them purpose in his long, protective shadow. There’s simply nobody like him.
I reacted to Master Jose’s letter to me in such a pointed fashion because I became protective of Master Jose, who sounded hurt and confused over Master Lorenzo’s suggestion. I had put my heart into helping Master Jose embrace his very real Alphahood, so I thought Master Lorenzo was threatening that.
I’m still unnerved by the conversation, but I must admit that Master Lorenzo’s beloved faggot Giovanni’s impassioned plea in defense of his Master really broke my heart. Here’s what he wrote:
omg brother Sam!!! I spent a few days serving Lorenzo and not checking the website here and out of a sudden everybody is talking about his desire to cum on Jose’s face!! Even a podcast episode about that! omg, I wasn’t expecting this
You know how much I love you, brother Sam!! But what happened with you this time to talk these things about our King?? 🙁
The way you are talking about it sounds like Lorenzo is forcing something and he would never do that, brother Sam!!! He is such a perfect King, he just said that he wants to give Jose a facial and that’s true, but even in Jose’s message he said that it was not forced!! Lorenzo just wanted to see his reaction and, to be honest, I don’t see any problems on just saying this on the phone. Jose has seen all the reactions about this whole thing here but I talked to him this morning and he hasn’t made his mind yet. So let’s see… at the end of the day, it’s a decision between two powerful and gorgeous Alphas. But please my beloved brother, do not thing that Lorenzo would force anything into anyone. He loves me, Rafa, Mario, and his brother Jose!! And we are veeeery happy together!
When Jose was still trying to understand if he was an Alpha or not, my King Lorenzo let him fuck me and Rafael! He bred us many times and literally learned how to fuck on my pussy!! Thanks to Lorenzo! So do you really think that Lorenzo doesn’t want to get closer to his wonderful brother? I don’t know what happens in the mind of a God Alpha, but I trust Lorenzo my life and I am sure that he just wants to see Jose happy. Maybe Jose gave you the wrong impression but I think you are much more offended than him, brother Sam! Jose is just in doubt and trying to decide what to do.
I really hope that your reaction doesn’t mean that you don’t like us anymore 🙁 I really love you and I love all these years that we have been together here, brother <3 <3 <3 <3 and all of us like you!! Including Master Lorenzo!! I don’t know if he’s mad at you, we haven’t talked about that yet, but I will tell you what happened once Jose decides.
Let me say up front: NOTHING will EVER change my feelings for either Master Lorenzo or Giovanni. EVER EVER EVER. They are as dear to me as my own heartbeat. Cutting them out of my life would be like carving off an arm or gouging out an eye. They both have my undying love, respect, and admiration.
I think that’s why I reacted so badly to Master Jose’s plea. I felt let down by what I considered to be selfishness and poor judgement by Master Lorenzo against an Alpha brother. Master Jose sounded so alarmed and hurt that I couldn’t stop myself from being horrified.
But Giovanni points to the correct path: Trust in Master Lorenzo and submission to his unquestioned leadership is supposed to be my place and the example I leave here.
So I failed that.
I’m so sorry if I hurt my beloved Master Lorenzo, or frightened my dear little Giovanni. It was wrong to overreact, and wrong to allow my feelings to to overwhelm my good sense.
I thank my brother Giovanni for teaching me a lesson with love and defending his Master in such admirable style. Yes, mentor faggots can still learn even after decades of service, but only if they have humility!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There are few American Alphas more loveable than Master Joe. He’s the epitome of the frat-bro Alpha, a well-hung, always horny, fun-loving jock who just happened to discover the uses of faggots at an early age. Every time he pops up in my inbox, I smile. I know he’s going to give me a pearl of wisdom or a great laugh, and that’s usually in the same sentence! (BTW, I prefer pearls of cum, Master!)
I honestly wasn’t expecting Master Joe to chime in about the debate raging across the Hierarchy University platform regarding Master Lorenzo and my rather sharp rebuke of his desire to mark Master Jose with his cum. It simply didn’t seem like a topic Master Joe would give two fucks about, especially on a weekend when he should be doing keg-stands and breeding holes. Thankfully, he got a break, I guess!
Anyway, Master Joe weighed in with his perspective, which in typical style, is totally laid-back and focused on the fun and joy of being Alpha:
What’s up, Sam??
This is your one and only Master Joe with my big dick and my heavy balls. How have you been, sexy fag??
I saw your text about Jose and Lorenzo, and I wanna say something because there’s nothing I love more than giving a nice messy facial to my fags, even more than breeding!! You know how much I love and your awesome work, but I agree with Fag Jeff (HERE) that you’re overreacting a little bit LOL I don’t know these guys in person but it doesn’t seem that Lorenzo wants to humiliate his brother. He is just a Man with a big dick who loves to assert his dominance.
When I was in high school, one day I put a little bit of glue on my friend’s cheek when he was asleep and when he woke up I told him that I didn’t mean to shoot on his face bht he was too sexy LOL he got mad at first, but we laughed afterward. My point here is: Alphas will be Alphas, we are always trying to fuck, breed, and cum over whoever we want to conquer.
Would I let Lorenzo cum on my face? Absolutely not Lol but I wouldn’t be offended if he tried to. Tbh, I’d probably try to cum on his face as well jajajaja based on what I read about him and his fags, he seems to be a good guy, this is just an attempt to show his brother who is the King of the house
Anyway, I hope they don’t argue over this issue because they seem to be a beautiful pair of Alpha brothers who fuck.
Take care, my sweet fag! I gotta go cum on my best friend’s brother’s face right now jaja
See what I mean about Master Joe?? Gosh I love him!
It’s funny how Master Joe makes Alpha facials into some sort of competitive game. These are the kinds of things he does with his best friend (if you read Master Joe’s thread here, you’ll see what I mean), so it’s only natural that he’d see Master Lorenzo’s move in that light.
However, I counter this way: I don’t think Master Lorenzo means this facial to be playful, and it certainly isn’t meant to be loving. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be discussing it in the planning stages; he would’ve just done it in the moment.
I think Master Lorenzo wants to use humiliation to bring Master Jose to heel, but I don’t understand why that has to happen. Master Jose idolizes Master Lorenzo. Why does this method of subjugation need to be utilized?
I liken the situation between Master Jose and Master Lorenzo to a fan who is deeply enthralled with a celebrity. Every day the fan cherishes everything about the celebrity. The fan saves every penny until he can travel to meet the celebrity. And when the fan finally meets the celebrity face-to-face, the celebrity spits in the fan’s face and walks away. Can you understand the heartbreak and disappointment in that moment??
I think Master Joe makes a compelling argument, but I still stick to my guns on this because it’s clearly upsetting Master Jose. It’ll only cause damage that simply doesn’t need to be caused in the first place.
But regardless, I’m always happy to hear from Master Joe, even when he’s (gently) reprimanding me! I’m sure the reprimand would hurt much more in person!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas always have a battle within themselves regarding the overwhelming power they possess. That power entices them, sometimes overwhelms them, and often leads to terrible choices (which is why we often see many Alphas in trouble with the law). Now imagine the issues GOD Alphas have with their even more potent levels of power! It’s a heavy burden to manage!
It’s so important that Alphas learn to focus and channel their power with purpose and intention so they avoid hurting others or damaging key relationships.
Now, I’ve never made a secret of my love and admiration for my wonderful Master Lorenzo. He’s truly an extremely powerful God Alpha who is capable of awe-inspiring action that almost resembles supernatural miracles than the acts of a Man. He’s stunned me more than once over the blessed four or five years I’ve known him.
But unlike God Himself, God Alphas are still human and still fall victim to the trappings of power their station in life offers them.
Please read this letter from Master Jose with that in mind:
Hola Sam, this is Master Jose from Mexico, how have you been?
My brother Lorenzo and I had a long conversation this morning and I want to share it with you and your community.
I am an Alpha, I have no doubt I am an Alpha, and I have been fucking dozens of sweet fags. Life is great. But as you know, I don’t think twice before submitting to Lorenzo as we all understand that we are both Alphas but he is a greater Alpha. Mario also accepted to take Lorenzo’s cock both in his pussy and ass, so we are all in peace and respecting our roles.
Here comes the issue we discussed: Lorenzo has fucked me several times and he always cums inside of me. We have agreed that his seed inside of me makes me feel good and even more powerful, and I have no shame to admit that the warm feeling of his cum inside of me makes me really horny and wanting to fuck all the world’s faggots. Today, however, we were planning my next trip to his house and he said that he wants to cum on my face and see me sleeping the whole night with his dry cum on my face and neck, only washing when I wake up.
Why is it such an issue to take him cum on my face if I’ve taken it inside of my ass many times? And I don’t know, but I am reluctant. My brother is an amazing Man and God Alpha and of course he’ll be okay if I don’t wanna do it. However, he has been an amazing Mentor for me and he deserves everything he needs and wants. We had a long conversation trying to understand why he wants that so bad and why I don’t feel fully comfortable about it yet.
What are your thoughts on this, fag Sam? Of course it has to with his desire to fuck, breed, and conquer everything. But your experience with hierarchy would be really helpful for me. I don’t want Gio and Rafa to lose some of the respect they have for me as an Alpha. I know you are a fag and I am sure you would love to take Lorenzo’s facial. But if you were an Alpha in my condition, what would you do?
I will admit that I was mortified and even a little angry when I read this from Master Jose. There is no way to spin this suggestion by Master Lorenzo as just some fun experiment. Let’s call it accurately: Master Lorenzo wants to humiliate Master Jose.
When an Alpha cums on someone’s face, it’s a humiliating statement of OWNERSHIP. For faggots, it’s a fulfilling baptism, a marking as an Alpha’s possession. We love it. It’s fulfilling for us. In the larger scheme of things, I think almost everybody views a Man cumming on someone’s face as a humiliation for the person receiving the load.
Now Master Lorenzo wants to cum on Master Jose’s face. He wants to humiliate Master Jose – his Alpha brother – the way he humiliates his faggots.
That’s unacceptable.
I’m profoundly disappointed in this irresponsible use of his authority as a God Alpha and teacher of Master Jose. It threatens to destroy the brotherly affection and the deep respect Master Jose has for Master Lorenzo. It’s so thoughtless and careless that I barely recognize it as something my wise Master would ever consider.
Master Jose has come a long way to embrace his Alphahood and his proper place in hierarchy, and this ignorant power grab would only destroy that important personal work. Master Jose is absolutely right to be offended and aghast at even the suggestion of something like that happening to him. In fact, Master Jose’s repulsed reaction to it shows that he’s in touch with his Alphahood.
Master Lorenzo owes Master Jose an apology immediately for offending him with this disgusting suggestion. I can’t believe I even have to say that to my superiors, especially someone I’ve held in the highest regard. It actually upsets me to the point of nausea.
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of my favorite threads of the last two years involved the startling lifelong friendship between a straight Alpha (now) named Master Andre and a faggot named Alberto. When I first met them, Master Andre had taken ownership of Alberto as a third part of his relationship with an evil shrew of a girlfriend. I didn’t have a lot of faith that Master Andre was going to keep Alberto for very long, mainly because I’ve seen so many such arrangements fail in favor of the girlfriend.
But then Master Andre did the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. He actually told his bitch of a girlfriend to get lost, and he kept his faithful faggot instead! Even recounting it all of these months later, it still feels startling and impossible, but that’s exactly what happened!
Now after a long silence, Master Andre returns with even more stunning news!
Hey Sam, this is Andre – do you remember me? We haven’t talked since October and I hope you are doing well.
I am living a dream and you deserve to know it. I was afraid that I would never find a girlfriend who accepted Alberto in my life, but I started to look for bisexual women on purpose, who tend to be much more open-minded. That was a great strategy, because last December Alberto and I met a really hot girl called Sofia. She is 30 and she was married for many years with a conservative asshole. After the divorce, she started exploring her bisexuality and wants to break free. We met her online and since the first moment I told her that I wanted a woman in my life who respected how important Alberto is. We went out for dinner and we had an instant connection. She said that she wanted to meet Alberto, so I brought her back home and on our first night together she went to bed with me, and I fucked her twice while Alberto heard her moaning from the other room. She is really hot and really wants a Man who allows her to explore her sexuality, so this whole thing of Alpha and fag is turning her on a lot.
We are dating for 2 months now and my life couldn’t be better. She fully accepts Alberto and Alberto loves her, they became truly close friends. They go to the mall together, buy nice clothes, they do make-up on each other, I feel like a King with a Queen ready to serve me and a loyal fag with a tight pussy. They are both amazing. When I want pussy, I fuck Sofia and when I want ass, I fuck Alberto. We just came back from our first trip together: a romantic trip to Chile for a week. Lots of wine, beautiful landscapes, and my balls were constantly empty thanks to my two loyal lovers. I love both of them and I do hope that this throuple will last a long time, they fulfill all my needs.
Now an interesting thing for you to tell me your opinion: I really enjoy threesomes with a fag and a woman, so of course we do it very often. However, Sofia does not like to suck Alberto’s ass, she is still working on getting more comfortable with it, so when I told them to suck each other’s pussies, Alberto was staring to her pussy not knowing what to do and she was looking at his ass not knowing what to do. It took some effort to convince Alberto to shove his tongue into her pussy, put he finally did it. Sofia however started to suck and kiss Alberto’s balls and asked if he wanted to take the cage off so she could suck his dick. Needless to say, my boy was quite offended with this idea, and told her that he had no interest in having a woman sucking his little dick. So I ended up putting Alberto to suck her pussy while she sucked my cock, then I fucked both of them. I wish I had two cocks and four balls to fuck them even more, but I can’t complain, I am living the life of a King.
I’m floored by Master Andre’s latest update. Rather than give up after the previous experience of trying to mix a girlfriend and a faggot, Master Andre instead chose to be tactical in his approach to a new girlfriend! It’s such an ingenious idea, but one inspired by Master Andre’s belief that Alphas should always get what they want (which is true)!
I’m sure there are faggots out there (like this one questioning Master Lorenzo recently) who are wondering why Master Andre needs a female when he owns Alberto. Of course, these faggots fail to understand that straight (like Master Andre) and bisexual (like Master Lorenzo) Alphas WANT FEMALE PUSSY. Like it or not, they’re drawn to it biologically.
I’m so glad to hear that Master Andre found Sofia, and she seems to love having such a powerful Alpha as a partner! She sounds pretty submissive, which is great! I couldn’t help but chuckle when Master Andre said she tried to perform oral on Alberto. This is really a non-starter for true faggots, and I’m proud of Master Andre for understanding that about Alberto’s feelings. He’s always protecting his good little faggot!
As far as Master Andre’s request for comment about the threesomes, all I can say is Alberto is simply not capable of really doing a great job with Sofia’s pussy or ass, most likely. A faggot gladly licks the ass of its Master because it adores everything about him, but Alberto rightly sees Sofia as an inferior less worthy of such worshipful actions. It might be better to assign Alberto tasks better suited to his nature, like worshiping Master Andre’s feet while he’s being sucked by her or he’s fucking her. Just something to direct all of the worship where it belongs: on Master Andre.
I’ve said it many times before: straight Alphas who also own and use faggots ascend to levels of power unknown by ordinary Alphas. Master Andre is experiencing that ascension now more than ever! He’s truly a King who has literally built a Kingdom around himself!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.
Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.
If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??
Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.
One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.
My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.
Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.
I’m so proud to share this with you all:
You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.
He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.
I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol
His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.
So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.
I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.
Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.
Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.
And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.
Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.
With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.
But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!
Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.
It can be love.
I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The very hardest thing a faggot ever has to do when serving a straight Alpha is let them go when they fall in love and get married. It’s happened to me four times, and I still feel that hollow ache for each one inside. The first time it happened (at age 18 with my first Alpha, Roger), it took three years of serious slutting to work out the pain I felt.
Unfortunately, a faggot has no power or influence over an Alpha’s desire to settle down with a female and build a family. It’s a biological need for straight Men. Once I learned to accept this reality, I handled the transition much better.
Little Mika is going through this right now with his beloved Master Gael, but with a pleasant twist:
Hello Sam!! This is Mika again 🙂
Bad news: Gael got married and I begged to attend the wedding, but Luna didn’t want me there. Gael called me, we talked on the phone for hours, and he said “Mika, why would you want to come to this boring wedding? You don’t deserve it. People there will not respect you.” I was sad because I wanted to see my Master in this important moment, but I understood and stayed home. But then Gael told me that from now on Cesar would “take care of me”.
Now the good news: can you believe that Gael literally told Cesar about me and even the positions I like to be fucked? Cesar does not live by himself so we can’t meet very often, but he openly told me that he wanted to be with me. He had never fucked a faggot before, but he was curious to try. I gave him the best blowjob I could and he went crazy, brother Sam!! He shot soooo much cum, it was delicious. He has already fucked me 4 times! His dick is smaller than Gael’s dick, but in a certain way it is good because he can fuck me harder and rougher.
But I have a question, Sam… unlike Gael, Cesar does not like to fuck me doggy style. Gael would always tell me to put my ass up, face down, he banged for a long time and bred me. Always like that. But Cesar only fucks me in one same position: cowgirl looking at his feet. He does not let me look at his eyes while I am riding. So the 4 times he sat down on his couch, put his underwear down, I get on my knees, suck his balls and dick, then I sit down on his lap, with my back to his face, I go all the way down and ride until he comes. I understand that both Gael and Cesar do not like my face and don’t want to look at my eyes, but why do you think they chose these specific positions?
Thank you, Sam!!! I love you!
First of all, you can tell how much real affection Master Gael has for Mika. After all, they were friends before Master Gael took ownership of him. And given the fact that Master Gael’s new wife seems like a bitch, I wouldn’t be surprised if Master Gael returns to use Mika on the side. Once you have a devoted faggot serving you, it’s difficult to forget the pure pleasure and worship. So stay tuned in for more on that!
But Master Gael also did something that none of my Masters ever did: he made sure Mika had a new Master to serve. That’s a pretty keen insight on Master Gael’s part, because not many straight Alphas understand a faggot’s need to serve. Master Mika chose an Alpha he knew, someone trusted through whom he could keep tabs on Mika’s progress. That’s also significant.
Master Cesar seems like a good Alpha from the little I’ve learned about him, so I’m confident this new arrangement will work out well.
But Mika asks a good question: why are these straight Alphas positioning Mika so they don’t need to look at his face. Well, it doesn’t have anything to do with Mika’s attractiveness. Instead, they don’t want to look at his face because they don’t want to be reminded that they’re fucking a MALE. In those positions Mika described, his face and his boy penis can’t be seen. It’s easier to trick the mind when they don’t have to look at those things!
I wouldn’t take it personally, sweet Mika. Straight Alphas will do whatever they can to get what they want and feel good about it!
I’m so proud of how Mika seems to be handling this situation. I’m sure there were tears, and I know the ache he’s feeling. However, Mika is putting service first, and that’s always the best remedy!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Straight God Alpha Master Anthony has been pulling off staggering acts of dominance recently, most notably with his recent conquering of his college teacher Daniel. I encourage you to read back through the recent updates on this story, because it really is astounding.
All the while Master Anthony’s precious faggot Fabien has been faithfully assisting his Master in claiming this faggot teacher, and demonstrating tremendous instincts as a “mentor faggot”, a designation I designed as the top position in the faggot hierarchy. I’ve really been proud of Fabien’s brilliant work with Daniel, even doing subspace training to help Daniel accept his destiny. It worked beautifully.
The last time Master Anthony updated this story, he finally got Daniel to admit that he’s a faggot, and then Master Anthony throat fucked Daniel and marked him with his cum. It was just as dramatic as it sounds!
But if you thought Master Anthony was now finished with Daniel, you must not be paying attention to one of the greatest young God Alphas on the planet!
Fabien picks up the story from here:
Brother, I’m just dropping you a quick note to let you know that Daniel had his first experience of an Alpha Pack party yesterday ! 😉 Actually, it was a pretty chill evening. Anthony had invited three friends, Henri and Charles and Jean. I believe I haven’t mentioned the latter before, but he is an Alpha bro of Anthony’s who happens to be attending the same tutorial class taught by Daniel. I can tell you that at first, Daniel was very distressed to see him! But I comforted him, and he quickly resigned himself to being humiliated in front of another one of his students.
During the evening, Daniel served for a long time as a rug for the feet of the Men who were chatting and laughing, sitting on the sofa, while Clément and Basile and I served them food and drink or entertained them by acting like dogs. Anthony felt it was important to continue destroying his ego a little more. I could see Daniel shedding a few tears, but he remained well-behaved. Once or twice, Anthony addressed him smugly and mockingly: “Everything okay down there? Enjoying your evening?” Daniel replied appropriately: “Perfectly, Sir. Thank you for using me, Master, that’s an honor.” I was proud of him! Anthony spared him from ass-fucking for now, but Daniel had to lick their feet and suck Anthony and Jean’s dicks.
When the Masters went to sleep, I stayed alone with Daniel while Clement and Basile cleaned up, and I had him study and repeat the Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master: admiration, obedience, respect, loyalty, gratitude, penitence. Daniel is still a little nervous, but I think he is beginning to move past his previous dreams of life and to accept his servile nature and his destiny of servitude at the feet of Men.
I must tell you, brother, I really enjoy my mentoring role! I feel so good knowing that I am doing my best to make the world a little better for the Alpha Men, and so, for all of us! I’m glad to follow your lead in that regard!
Lots of love!
Fab the (mentor) fag
Master Anthony must be the proudest Alpha on Earth to own such an amazing, hard-working, and selfless faggot like Fabien. Truly, Fabien is everything a faggot is supposed to be and everything an Alpha could want.
As for what Master Anthony did to Daniel to train him, it is a rough assignment. Here Daniel is, an older male teacher being forced to submit to his college students and suck their dicks. It’s yet another humiliation as Daniel continues to descend into his true identity as Master Anthony’s faggot plaything. I can almost see Master Anthony’s proud and gleaming smile at the achievement!
But Fabien should be just as proud of himself! What a wonderful thing to do to have Daniel recite the Golden Rules of a Faggot! It’s the kind of hypnosis that Alphas ordinarily handle, but Fabien took it upon himself instead!
Truly, Fabien is the most precious jewel in Master Anthony’s crown, a smart, thoughtful “mentor faggot” who decorates the palace of Kings and brings light to the darkness for his faggot brothers!
I couldn’t be prouder to have him as my little brother!
The following post is part of a thread following the valuable, life-saving work of Master Albert, a Protector Alpha in his mid-forties who is a medical doctor and has also owned and used faggots for most of his life! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love the wide variety of powerful Alphas this site has attracted over the years. Almost all of them are shining examples of how true Alphas transcend simple physical superiority by having keen intellects and and deep wells of empathy. They are truly the embodiment of how I’ve always described my own personal Masters: real-life superheroes. They are superhumans, eager and willing to protect the weak and broken. It’s such a privilege to feature them all here and learn from them!
One of the truly invaluable Alpha resources here is Master Albert, a fag-loving Alpha and medical doctor. He has popped in from time-to-time whenever medical issues have been featured here, and I absolutely love it. I’ve always attempted to use accurate, up-to-date medical information here, but I’m not a doctor. It’s much better to get the truth from a doctor’s mouth.
Master Albert noticed a recent update from Giovanni about suffering anal fissures from being fucked by Master Lorenzo’s huge dick (CLICK HERE) and wanted to add his thoughts on Gio’s condition:
Hey Sam, this is Dr Albert. Do you remember me? I love to see that you called me “our good doctor”, I very much appreciate this nickname, specially coming from a sweet fag like you.
I came here just to see a cute fag getting fucked and jerk off but as always my medical duty spoke louder lol I read Giovanni’s story about his anal fissure and that’s a very big deal. Many young fags like poor Gio have the very same reaction and think they’re useless when they find out they won’t be able to take dick for a while.
I have a few things to say:
1 Gio is a wonderful boy and Lorenzo is a lucky Man! Reacting like that only shows how committed this fag is. Well done!
2. The only way for a fag to be sure that he won’t have a fussure is serving just with their mouths. Everyone who takes dick often will eventually have an anal fissure, and this is fine. What CANNOT happen is keep taking cock to please their Alphas even if it hurts. I’ve seen fags with their sore holes bleeding because they didn’t want to frustrate their Man. But listen to the doctor: any Man who insists on fucking a fag on those conditions is an asshole.
So fags, please take care of your precious holes! Life is not porn, you MUST use lots and lots of lube. And spit and sweat are not lube!
My fellow Alpha brothers, take care of your boys! An Alpha who does not care about his fag’s safety is not an Alpha at all.
Thanks for this space, Sam. I check your page at least once a week, so I’ll take the liberty to reach out when I find something relevant to say. I made an oath to protect and heal any human being and I’ll always do it (but fags are my priority lol)
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have Master Albert as your doctor? You could go in with the most embarrassing fag issues and he would understand it completely from both a medical and hierarchical perspective! I know I wish I had him when I suffered from anal fissures!
Like Master Albert said, rest is really the only cure for it. I love how he understood the faggot need to keep serving despite the pain (that desire is also strong!), but gave stern (but loving) advice to resist that until the fissures resolve.
But most important were Master Albert’s words of advice for his Alpha brothers! He knows well the Alpha need to fuck all the time, but he puts the onus on faggot Owners to care for their faggots! Hopefully his words help to make faggots everywhere feel seen and appreciated!
Thank you, Master Albert, for gracing this site with your wisdom and care! You’re always appreciated here!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I was so stunned when I first met Master Jerome, the young straight Alpha from France who had decided to take ownership of three faggot friends of his sister. Then I was floored when Fag C admitted that he was raped and infected with HIV, a revelation that barely rattled Master Jerome, who patiently helped Fag C feel accepted and loved again. It showed a maturity words simply cannot capture.
Recently Master Jerome took ownership of another faggot named Loic and officially claimed him by breeding him. The news made me curious, but I kept quiet because I’m certainly not going to question such a powerful young Alpha.
But my question was answered in this new update:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome
It’s been a month since I fucked Loic for the first time and today I fucked him for the 8th time (yes, I am counting). He is a wonderful fag and is getting better and better at it. I want to thank you for the good guidance you gave him when I told him to reach out to you. You really know how to shape a fag into the best version of himself.
Loic and I were talking about cunting after I fucked him this morning. I do want to cunt him but I am not 100% sure if I have done it already. I read quite a few stories about cunting here and watched the videos as well, but I wonder if you could say a little more about it. There are not a lot of people on the Internet talking about this, so you’re basically my only source about cunting fags. Should I just fuck him extra hard? I do want to make him feel this overwhelming pleasure and submission of cunting but at the same time my cock is thick and I don’t wanna hurt my sexy boy.
By the way, Fag C left me. He found another Alpha who is HIV+ and opened his heart to me saying that he would feel more comfortable serving someone who lives with the virus as well. I was a little disappointed to lose his pussy after all the effort I made to help him. But I respected his personal space and preferences. I just hope that this new guy will treat him as well as I was doing because I didn’t shape a perfect fag for a destroyer alpha to cause him harm, so let’s hope. In any case, Loic is my precious fag right now and he’ll be my cumdump for the spring and the summer, and I get really horny in the summer! So I want your thought to make him a perfect boy.
I was so sad to have my suspicions confirmed: that Fag C had left Master Jerome’s protective embrace. After everything Master Jerome has done for him, it’s so disappointing to find out that the faggot left him for another Alpha. That said, I can understand the desire to find an HIV+ Alpha in order to avoid exposing Master Jerome to the virus. On the other hand, modern therapies quickly make the virus undetectable and untransmissible. Sadly, HIV is still a complicated issue medically and emotionally 45 years later.
Still, I’m just so impressed by Master Jerome’s warmth and love for Fag C despite his departure! The greatest Alphas are generally above the pettiness and selfishness of lesser Men, and instead know that they can replace a female or a faggot almost at will. I’m not sure if Fag A and Fag B are still in the picture (the three were close friends), but I’m assuming they are.
In any event, Master Jerome now owns Loic, too. Master Jerome is eight breedings in and understandably wants to cunt his newest fag. And it’s true: I am just about the only one who has really catalogued the incredible phenomenon of cunting on the internet, so I’ll be glad to serve Master Jerome by helping him with it!
Mechanically-speaking, cunting involves an Alpha’s cock roughly stimulating the faggot’s prostate. So fucking in the missionary position with the fag’s legs over the Alpha’s shoulders is the best position for this (although I have been cunted in other positions). The Alpha really needs to rut the faggot hard in this position in order to cause cunting to happen. Yes, it might hurt the faggot AT FIRST, but what happens after that makes the faggot completely forget about the pain, trust me. I suggest using extra lube before rutting like that in order to minimize the pain if that’s a concern.
It might take a few of these rough, powerful fucks to cunt the faggot, but I have no doubt it will happen.
I can’t wait for Master Jerome to cunt Loic, because cunting changes both the faggot AND the Alpha. It’s an event so profound that it cements ownership for life. I can still feel the Alphas who cunted me, my pussy aching for them all the time. So it will be for the faggots Master Jerome cunts!
Thank you, Master Jerome, for being such a bright and joyous light to faggots everywhere!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I dearly love my brother Giovanni, the personal faggot of God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He and Fabien are two of the greatest mentor faggots I’ve ever featured on this site, and it’s been a privilege of mine to call both of them my brothers. Giovanni is so special because he’s overcome so many obstacles in order to find fulfillment at the feet of the the most extraordinary Master Lorenzo, an Alpha who makes impossible things possible.
Through all of the changes that have occurred in their lives, Master Lorenzo has always protected sweet little Giovanni, caring for him in a way so tender that it sometimes surprises even me. It’s clear from Master Lorenzo’s example that God Alphas can be loving toward their faggots. It’s an example I refer to often in the face of the cruel brutality pretenders heap on faggots everywhere.
The latest example of Master Lorenzo’s tenderness toward Giovanni comes with this latest update from my brother:
Hello brother Sam!!!
How are you? This is your little brother Gio again. Our King Lorenzo did something very sweet again…
A few weeks ago I started to feel a lot of pain inside my pussy, I talked to my King and he opened my ass, looked at it, and said that nothing looked wrong, but he would do something about it. He scheduled an appointment with a doctor and went with me. The doctor examined my hole and she said that I had two anal fissures and omg Sam, I was soooo sad! I felt like a failure as a faggot and a boyfriend to my King. But as always, my King did all the talking with the doctor and she explained what I needed to do: drink a lot of water, eat a lot of fibers, use a healing ointment, and TWO WEEKS WITHOUT ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
My King thanked the doctor, paid for the appointment, bought all the products I needed, and we went back home. As soon as he closed the door I started to cry A LOT, which now looks very silly but at that moment I felt like a failure. If I am a hole for my Master and King, what would I do without my pussy to please him? Lorenzo kissed me, put me in his arms, we had dinner together, took a shower together, and he put the healing ointment in my pussy with his own hands. I felt so loved and so calm in his arms, and of course gave him a great blowjob to show him how much I love him. I swallowed his precious load, and he told me that I was a special boy and that he was not upset at all. He repeated many times that it was all good and that he would take care of me.
On the following morning, Lorenzo texted our group chat with Mario and Rafa, told them to come to our place. Mario is the “official boyfriend”, while Rafa and I are the faggots, so Lorenzo explained what happened and told them that I would not be able to take his cock for a few weeks until I healed completely. He sent Rafa and I to the kitchen to cook for all of us, and then took Mario to his bedroom. He left the door open on purpose so while we were cooking I could hear Mario’s screams, moaning super loud while Lorenzo was banging him. When he finished inside his pussy, I entered the room, and told them that the food was almost ready. I wanted to be kind so I asked Mario if there was anything he wanted. But he said, “no, I’m alright, I guess I will never have the little problem you have”, meaning that he would not have an anal fissure because he had an actual pussy to please Lorenzo. I did not like his joke at all, but Master Lorenzo looked at Mario with an angry face and said “apologize now, Gio is dealing with a lot of things right now and I will not accept this kind of rude comments in my house”. Mario apologized, told me that he was just joking and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then Lorenzo held my hand and said “you know what, baby? I was going to fuck just Mario’s pussy because it’s much easier that preparing his ass, but after this rude comment he made about you, I will fuck his ass tonight just to remind him of his place”
And he did it! After dinner, Rafael asked if my Master wanted a blowjob (my poor brother was craving Master’s cock!). Then Lorenzo brought all of us to the bedroom, told Rafael to suck his cock, and told Mario that he wanted his ass. Mario tried to convince Master to fuck his pussy, not his ass, but Lorenzo said that he really wanted to fuck some ass and Mario accepted his fate. Oh Sam, it was sooo amazing to see my Master putting Mario in his place! He put Mario with his ass up in bed, then put all his weight on Mario and went inside his ass. Then Lorenzo said the sexiest thing ever!! “you think you’re much better than my boys because you have an extra hole, right? but look at you now, you’re taking my cock just like they do” Mario didn’t even answer, he was just moaning louder and louder and after banging him like that for a while, Lorenzo announced that he would cum. He shot his load, looked Mario in his eyes and said “two holes full of my seed now”. Rafa needed to go back home, so he kissed our Master’s feet and left. Mario stayed with us, and the three of us slept together in the bed.
Mario has some weird attitudes with me sometimes, but he is a good person, we just need to understand each other and our roles in Lorenzo’s life.
That’s it Sam! I think next week I will be able to please my Master again and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me!! Love you, brother!
I mean, have you ever heard of such gentle and loving care shown to a faggot by an Alpha before? It’s too rare, honestly. It takes almost nothing for an Alpha to do it, but it means THE WORLD to the faggot!
It really broke my heart to hear that Giovanni was so upset over this diagnosis. His tears really show how badly Gio wants to please his Master at all times! Unfortunately, these kinds of things happen to faggots, particularly when dealing with extra large Alpha cocks like Master Lorenzo’s.
But Giovanni never needs to fear. Like a Man happily watching his beloved puppy play, Master Lorenzo watches over Gio with utter delight. Their bond could never be ruined by a temporary setback! Master Lorenzo cherishes Giovanni’s deep love, respect, and worship. It’s never going to change.
I’m so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their beautiful relationship. They both inspire me beyond words!
Thank you, Master Lorenzo, and my baby brother Gio!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
I want everyone who follows this site and any part of my network to watch this video from this Alpha who watched videos of the released Epstein files.
Trump is in those fucking files OVER ONE MILLION TIMES, and his fat little fingerprints are all over the crimes in them. He’s implicated in the rape of minors, murder of minors, and many other disgusting acts.
If you still think he’s innocent, then FUCK YOU for being the dumbest piece of shit still breathing. If he was innocent, why is he trying so hard to BLOCK THIS?
A line needs to be drawn in the earth right now. I’ve had it with “but the Democrats” tit-for-tat horseshit. There is NO COMPARISON. This is the worst commission of crimes since the FUCKING HOLOCAUST, and I’m done with anyone supporting it.
All of these so-called “MAGA Alphas” and their sycophantic admirers have been supporting a PEDOPHILE RAPIST.
The end is coming for all of you.
Alphas, this is why you were called as leaders. Being Alpha is about more than just being worshiped and served. Sometimes it’s about leading a charge to overthrow and destroy evil.
Here’s evidence that some Alphas are reaching that conclusion:
If you support Trump, ICE, and the rest of this corrupt administration, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.
Blood is on your hands. You are nothing but gangrene, and you need to be cut off and destroyed.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the last post from Mr. Faggot, I made the comment that using an honorific like “Mister” with a title like “fag” seemed oxymoronic. When I wrote it, I realized the irony of my statement. After all, I very much identified with the things Mr. Faggot said in his letter about what he referred to as “self command” but I might call “self actualization”. Like Mr. Fag, I was deeply trained by three exceptional Masters at a young age to believe that I had value as an intelligent faggot, that my complete submission was righteous and proper, and that I should feel proud to be of service to superior Men.
It’s how I’ve always felt about being a faggot. That’s why I’m not ashamed to tell other people I’m a faggot. In fact, I’m proud to be a faggot, and it’s all because of the Masters who owned me when I was younger … just like Mr. Fag.
Notice how he further defines his development and outlook:
Dear Sam,
This is Mr. Fag. I felt it was time to reach out and provide some necessary clarity regarding my name and the persistent idea that “Mr. Fag” is an oxymoron. I do not see a contradiction; rather, I see the title my first Alpha used to define my purpose.
I want to be clear: I am a man. Biologically, structurally, and functionally. But as my first Alpha taught me—starting when I was nineteen and he was thirty-five—I am a man whose highest purpose is the devoted service of a Real Man. This isn’t a theory; it is a biological realization that he meticulously cultivated in me through years of consensual, rigorous hierarchy.
To those who find the “Mr.” and the “Fag” at odds, they miss the point of the self-command I advocate for. The “Mr.” denotes the masculine vessel; the “Fag” denotes the utility and the recognition of my inferiority. My Alpha taught me that to serve him is not to lose my manhood, but to finally give it a direction: servicing Alphas.
However, this service is not a free-for-all. It is governed by the five pillars my first Alpha installed in me—the code that ensures the Alpha remains the sun and I remain the satellite:
The Denial of Self: I never cum in front of other men. My release is unnecessary.
Physiological Neutrality: I never get hard in front of other men. My body is a theater for his pleasure, not a monument to my own.
The Alchemy of Pain: I accept the pain the sexual act involves. It is the natural weight of his dominance. Under his tutelage, I’ve learned that this “pain” is merely the most intense form of pleasure nature allows a fag to feel.
Total Compartmentalization: I do not bleed into his “real” life. I don’t deal with the wires, the wives, the girlfriends, or the domesticities. I exist only where and how he summons me.
The Sacred Debt: An Alpha’s cum is never neglected. It is the ultimate signature of the Alpha, and it is handled with the absolute reverence it deserves.
Throughout my journey, my dynamics with Alphas have been built on the recognition of the body’s quality when it is fully devoted to a superior. It is a clean, sharp existence. There is no oxymoron in being a man who knows his place—there is only the profound relief of being handled (and used) by someone who knows exactly what to do with me.
I hope this helps the readers understand the “Self-Command” I live by. It isn’t about being less of a man; it’s about being the right kind of man for your Alpha.
Respectfully,
Mr. Fag
Those Five Pillars are outstanding boundaries of a faggot’s life, and I live by all of them now. Some of them were learned the hard way, but I now see the wisdom of them.
When a faggot absorbs his purpose and embraces it fully as Mr. Fag has, these become powerful mantras become comfortable blankets of encouragement. I honestly wish that for every faggot, and I also wish more Masters understood how to purposefully embed these values in their fags.
Maybe we will all get there together someday!
Thank you, my brother Mr. Fag for elucidating these key values for us all!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.
Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.
Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:
OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.
To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).
From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.
One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.
In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”
When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.
The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.
The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”
Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!
Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.
This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.
I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:
I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!
That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.
But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
I’m reaching out for advice on how to handle conversations about being a fag, especially in contexts where I usually keep my kink life private, like with family.
Context: My boyfriend and I are in a long-term, consensual Dom/sub relationship. As part of our dynamic, I wear a chastity cage almost all the time. While we’re open about our relationship with trusted friends, we generally keep the kinkier details private from family and work.
What happened: We were at my boyfriend’s parents’ place with his family. I accidentally left my chastity cage lying around after cleaning it—my fault entirely. My boyfriend’s brother found it and made some remarks. My boyfriend wanted to address it honestly to prevent teasing, so we talked to his siblings. They were supportive, but their attitude caught me off guard.
Instead of surprise or curiosity, they treated it as completely normal—almost dismissively so. Their reactions were along the lines of “Of course you’re the submissive one,”“It makes sense our brother would lock you up,” and “Glad he finally found someone who consents to it.” It wasn’t malicious, but their absolute self-confidence made me feel uncomfortable. I found myself reacting emotionally, apologizing later, but their responses only reinforced that feeling of being objectified.
What I’m struggling with: How can I discuss my submissive side in these contexts without becoming flustered or reactive? I want to be able to calmly express that I am a faggot, that I serve my Man, our kinks and so on, without feeling like I’m losing control or being pushed into a role I didn’t agree to in that moment.
I’d really appreciate any advice on how to stay composed and communicate clearly in these situations, while staying true to myself and my dynamic with my boyfriend.
Thank you in advance for your support.
Best, Dave
Thank you for writing in, Dave!
This is an interesting dynamic. Firstly, I congratulate you for maintaining such a long-lasting and healthy Alpha/fag relationship! It’s hard to make the transition from role play to long-term embracing of mutual purpose. You and your Master should be proud of yourselves!
I think I understand the real problem here. You don’t want to be objectified or spoken to/of like a thing without any sense of self.
But here’s the problem: you’re a faggot, so in some ways you ARE an object. You need to embrace that reality and actually relish it. For me, talking about being a faggot in everyday situations is full of joy because I’m actually pretty proud to be a faggot.
So what’s bothering you about what happened with the family? Did you want them to be shocked? Disgusted? Disappointed? Bullying? What reaction do you think would’ve been better for you?
Honestly, I think your Master’s family’s reaction is nothing short of revelatory. You should be so grateful to be part of a family that embraces whatever truth you have so openly and warmly. Your Master was brought up to be inclusive and open, and that upbringing (coupled with his Alpha dominance) makes him comfortable in his own skin.
I wish the same for you, brother. As a completely owned and cherished faggot, you should be proud to wear your Master’s cage and represent him and glorify him in all you do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Your Master’s family wanted you to feel good about being owned by him, which is why (I think) they had that reaction.
There are soooo many worse reactions that happen every day to faggots everywhere. Be grateful, be thankful, and be proud!
